Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1887-12-09

wild Iniin maiden, setch ez the sun don't
shine on nor the stars don t wink at now
adays.
Zone day Prince Gungle-jib-goggle-
eyes pap sent fer him, an wen the
young prince went afore the king, the OF
man says:
"'Wall, Gungie, my son'-he alluz
called him Gungie, the king did, cause
he were gener'ly pressed fer time-'Gun-
gle, my son., says he, sling on another
eagle feather err two, put a couple O. more
coats O. red on yer nose, fetch up yer
cheeks with green an yer forrid with
blue, an look ez scrumptous ez we kin,
fer thur gointer be weddin' at our
house t'-night, an you re to be the fort
nit bridegroom.
"'Ugh!' said the prince in deep, bass
voice. Injins alluz says ugh! in deep,
bass voice. Peleg, if they m real ginywine
hand painted Injins. 'Ugh!' said the
prince. An who's the unfortnit bride?
d" 'Calabingo- bungo-ban replied the
king.
THAT was the gal the king had picked
out fer the prince, an the one the prince
didn't want to marry. She were proud
an high steppin Injin gal, an that's
vat they called her Calabingo-bungo-
bang fer, ez that means Carries-her-
head so-high observation-disclosures. Prince Gun
gle-iib-goggle-eye were knocked clean out
by this order of his pap's, but he braced
up an didn't show it.
Ought! said he to his pap, I'll be in
time for the funer'l!' An with that he
walked out. He went straight to his
sweetheart Paw paw chink-a-pin an tole
her the jig were up ez fer ez their gittin'
spliced were concerned.
The OF man gives his orders, said
the prince, AN that settles it. If you
only had some winter clothes, now, says
the prince, me an you would cut sticks
outen this, says he, an dig fer Canady.'
essay, Goggly. says Paw-paw- chink-
a-pin, do you know th't you make me
very tired? Ye hain't got no more back
bone thin a cattypillar,' says she. 4 toll
you long ago th't 1 were goin' ter hev
half o. that wigwam O your n, an I'm a
goin' ter hev it, too, an don't you fergit
it, says she. Il don't know ezac'ly how
at this present writin', says she, but tn
hain't no redskin gal th't hoes corn a
gointer sheer that wigwam with you but
me, says she, an we hear me, Goggly!
l hev shouted, says Chink-a-pin, and she
strutted away ez sassy as a banty rooster.
'But the prince didn't feel jest right
He We're all broke up. He walked an
walked, an the fust thing he know'd he
found th't he had elm right up the east
side O Squawkee HILL an stood plumb
on the edge O. the big yawnin' gulloy.
If he'd ha' took one more step he'd ha'
gone down inter it, an l wouldn't ha'
had no story to tell We bout him, sonny.
But ne didn't take the step, though he
stood thar for a spell an had notion to.
Then he turned to go back, wen his eye
fell onter tree ez had been blow d down
an laid clear across the gulley, maxim a
sort O bridge from one side to t'other.
Gungle- -goggle-eye hadn't no sooner
see the tree layin' thar, thin he ups an
walks over it, an, ] guess, were the fust
human bein or Injin th't ever pressed q
foot on that island, top o Of Squawkee.
The prince sot down, an the lonely place
only made him feel wuss thin ever
Bimeby he got up to go, an at that very
minute wat sh'd heave up in front OF
him but a whoppin' big painter, witt
eyes like balls o fire. an his jaws a
workin' an his tail a-lashin', shown
th't he were good an hungry an bount
to hev supper. The painter stood OF
the fallen tree one one side o the gulch
!, an the prince had his foot on t'other end
! Ez luck would hev it, the Injin didn'
! hev consumed weepon with him, com
, in away from hum like he did, an thai
, he were, on the edge of gulch a mile o.
, so deep, an hungry painter disputin
! his gettin away from it. The painter
, seem th't the Injin didn't make no NOV,
, to come over to him, picked hisself up an
, commenced to go over to the Injin
, Gungle jib-goggle-eye looked down a
i the tree whar it rested on his side of tn
! gulch, an noticed fer the fust time tina
: tn wan more tn n an inch of it restin
= on the edge All he We're thinkin of lis
then were to save hisself from tn
painter, an he begun to kick with all hi
: might at his end O the tree. Little b,
; little he could see it give, an js
, ez the painter had got within ten foot o
), him, an were crouchin' fer his las
- spring, the tree give way, an boom
. boom! BOOM crash! crash. crash! it wen
a inter the gulley, carryin' the painte
=, with it. 1t want until the sound O tn
crashin' tree had been swallered up il
n the dep's o the gulch th't it strucl
= Gungle-j ib google, eye wat he had done
n He had done up the painter, but nov
q how was he gointer git often the top G
!, OIL Squawkee? Thar were the gulch O.
4 three sides O. him an the straight up-an
= down ledge on t'other. The tree th't h
had kicked down were the unly way h
n had had to git back from the island, an
4 thar he were.
r " 'Jee whiz, says the prince, bimeby
;. its tol'able sartin th't tn won't be n
e weddin' to our house t'-night, says he
q IAN that's a leetle comfort, anyhow
a says he, an he laid down under q tire
) an went to sleep. He was woke up b
n eagles a screamin' an noticed th't
y couple O. the biggest eagles he had eve
e see had a nest in the top of a tall dea
o pine clus by him.
= swell, Peleg. three days went by al